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Paul Hobson
Guest
And the pathetic excuse for a life form (peflf) drove off. Probably 15
of us were riding down Memorial Avenue last night. We were 1 block from
our destination (our buddy's loft). 15 of us had lights, and those that
didn't were riding close to someone who did. She was in the left side
of the right lane, which was probably a mistake on our part(1), but
still wouldn't fully explain why some in the middle of the pack got hit
so hard "on accident" that I heard a loud POP!!! (her wheel tacoing)
from a block and a half a way (I'd sprinted to make the green light
since we were so close). No one got a positive ID on the vehicle.
Some photos:
http://fastermustache.org/gallery?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=2578
http://fastermustache.org/gallery?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=2581
http://fastermustache.org/gallery?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=2584
http://fastermustache.org/gallery?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=2587
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\\paul
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Paul M. Hobson
Georgia Institute of Technology
..:change the words to numbers
if you want to reply to me:.
(1) We definitely have a flawed riding style when traffic is low (as it
was). This happened late Friday night, so the peflf was probably drunk.
The evening was a girl's night out and dude's night out that had a met
up at a bar to go dancing. After all of this happened, two other guys
and I rode home slowly and single file since we all live in the same
part of town. On Peachtree St (ATL's main drag) some rasta dude sat
through a green light talking to another car and we went around him
after asking some him sarcastic questions. "You gonna go buddy" He
ended up driving past me with about 6 inches of room. "Watch it idiot!"
"You get off the street before I hit your ass!"
I lost it, shouted, cussed and the like. We ending up having to speed
ahead (like idiots) to avoid anything serious. uuggggghhh
of us were riding down Memorial Avenue last night. We were 1 block from
our destination (our buddy's loft). 15 of us had lights, and those that
didn't were riding close to someone who did. She was in the left side
of the right lane, which was probably a mistake on our part(1), but
still wouldn't fully explain why some in the middle of the pack got hit
so hard "on accident" that I heard a loud POP!!! (her wheel tacoing)
from a block and a half a way (I'd sprinted to make the green light
since we were so close). No one got a positive ID on the vehicle.
Some photos:
http://fastermustache.org/gallery?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=2578
http://fastermustache.org/gallery?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=2581
http://fastermustache.org/gallery?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=2584
http://fastermustache.org/gallery?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=2587
[end transmission. overly long, non-essential footnote below sig]
\\paul
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Paul M. Hobson
Georgia Institute of Technology
..:change the words to numbers
if you want to reply to me:.
(1) We definitely have a flawed riding style when traffic is low (as it
was). This happened late Friday night, so the peflf was probably drunk.
The evening was a girl's night out and dude's night out that had a met
up at a bar to go dancing. After all of this happened, two other guys
and I rode home slowly and single file since we all live in the same
part of town. On Peachtree St (ATL's main drag) some rasta dude sat
through a green light talking to another car and we went around him
after asking some him sarcastic questions. "You gonna go buddy" He
ended up driving past me with about 6 inches of room. "Watch it idiot!"
"You get off the street before I hit your ass!"
I lost it, shouted, cussed and the like. We ending up having to speed
ahead (like idiots) to avoid anything serious. uuggggghhh